Dungeon Royale (Masters and Mercenaries)

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Scotland Yard is raiding her tomorrow. The good news is, we have a very nice one in Kensington station. I’ll take you there on the way back home.”
    He was missing the point. They hadn’t made this deal. “You can’t just walk in and move me.”
    “I did. Actually it was rather difficult to figure which clothes were yours and which were your mum’s.”
    “I already packed up Mum’s things.”
    “Oh, well. Not a problem then. I was going to buy you new ones anyway. I’m going to kiss you now, Penelope.”
    “What?”
    “You seem to have an enormously hard time understanding me today. We’re going to have to work on our communication skills.” He moved right between her legs, spreading her knees and making a place for himself there. One minute she was utterly gobsmacked by the chaos he’d brought into her life in a couple of hours’ time, and the next, she couldn’t manage to breathe. He invaded her space, looming over her. Despite the fact that she was sitting on the counter, he still looked down at her. His hands slid her skirt up, making her gasp a little. “You said yes. That means you’re mine, Penelope. You’re my partner and my submissive. I take care of what’s mine.”
    She swallowed, forcing herself to look into those stormy eyes of his. He was so close she could smell the scent of his aftershave, feel the heat his big body gave off. “For the mission.”
    “I don’t know about that,” he returned, his voice deepening. “If this goes well, I get to go back out in the field. It’s always good to have a cover. Men are less threatening when they have a woman with them. If you like fieldwork, there’s no reason you can’t come with me. Especially if you’re properly trained. Tell me how much your siblings know.”
    She shook her head before finally realizing what he was asking. His fingers worked their way into her hair, smoothing it back, forcing her to keep eye contact with him. “Oh, about work, you mean. Everyone in my family thinks I work for Reeding Corporation in their publishing arm. They think I translate books.”
    Reeding Corporation was one of several companies that fronted for SIS. When she’d hired on, she’d signed documentation that stated she would never expose who she truly worked for.
    “Excellent. If they research me they’ll discover I’m an executive at Reeding. We’ve been having an affair for the last three months. You were worried about your position at the company and the fact that I’m your superior, but I transferred to another department and now we’re free to be open about our relationship.”
    “I don’t know that they’ll believe we’re lovers.”
    “Of course, they will. I’m very persuasive, love. Now, I’m going to kiss you and I’m going to put my hand in your knickers. You are wearing knickers, aren’t you?”
    “Of course.”
    He shuddered. “Not anymore. Knickers are strictly forbidden. I told you I would likely get into your knickers, but what I really meant was I can’t tolerate them and you’re not to wear them at all anymore. I’ve done you the enormous service of making it easy on you and tossing the ones you had in the house out.”
    His right hand brushed against her breast. The nipple responded by peaking immediately, as if it were a magnet drawn to Damon’s skin.
    “You can’t toss my knickers out, Damon. And you can’t put your hand there. We’re in the ladies’ room for heaven’s sake.”
    “Here’s the first rule, love. Don’t tell me what I can’t do.” His mouth closed over hers, heat flashing through her system.
    His mouth was sweet on hers, not an outright assault at first. This was persuasion. Seduction. His lips teased at hers, playing and coaxing.
    And his hand made its way down, skimming across her waist to her thigh.
    “Let me in, Penelope.” He whispered the words against her mouth.
    Drugged. This was what it felt like to be drugged. She’d been tipsy before, but no wine had ever made her feel

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